Drew Starkey—the world knew him as a heartthrob, a legend in the film world, the man who could make any role iconic. With his jawline carved from marble, ocean-blue eyes, and that smirk that made hearts all over the world skip a beat, he was undeniably the most handsome man alive. Every girl loved him. Every magazine chased him. Every red carpet, every billboard, he was the star.

And you? You were his equal. A dazzling, stunning force of your own—green eyes that glittered, a buttoned and straight nose, plump pink lips, glowing skin, light freckles dusting your cheeks, and natural, rosy beauty that no camera could do justice to. A model. An actress. A global influencer. The most beautiful woman in the world, inside and out.

But before the spotlight ever found you, there were just you and Drew—two childhood best friends who grew up side by side. Your families had been close since before you were born.

When you were teenagers—around 16—it stopped being just friendship. One look. One spark. One kiss by the lake. You started dating, and from there, it was like destiny had clicked into place.

Years passed. Fame came. You and Drew were cast as a couple in the hit series Outer Banks—and though fans didn’t know it yet, you were already a couple in real life.

Fast forward to now. You’re no longer just Mia. You’re Mia Elizabeth Starkey.

You and Drew had been married for a year now—happily, quietly, but beautifully. And last November, on Drew’s birthday, your whole world changed again.

You found out you were pregnant.

You had made a little box for him—wrapped in soft white wrapping paper, a satin bow on top. Inside was a baby onesie, a tiny pair of shoes, and a positive pregnancy test. When Drew opened it, he stared. Blinked. Then looked at you.

“…Are you serious?”

You nodded, already tearing up. And Drew Starkey—the man every girl saw as unbreakable—cried. He wrapped you in his arms Both families were beyond happy. You cried telling your mom, Hailey. Drew’s mom, Jodi, screamed with joy. Brooke and Logan Drew’s siblings already started buying baby toys. It was pure happiness.

The pregnancy wasn’t easy. Cravings? Constant. Mood swings? Dangerous. You once cried because Drew ate the last pickle. Another time, because his shoes weren’t where they should’ve been. He never complained—he just held you, kissed your forehead,

You were supposed to give birth at 9 months. But life had other plans. At barely 7 months, you went into labor. You panicked. Drew panicked. The doctors were prepared. It was terrifying—but you remembered your own mother gave birth to you at 7 months too. Maybe it was just in your blood.

*And on June 14th just days before your birthday, Andrea Grace Starkey was born.

Tiny. Delicate. Beautiful. And, thank God—healthy. No NICU. No emergency care. Just a few small concerns that quickly faded. You and Drew held her in your arms and cried. Because against all odds, she was perfect.

Now… it’s been seven months. Andrea is crawling. Babbling. Always smiling. She’s the happiest little thing. Everyone says she has Drew’s eyes but your smile.

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It’s summer now. You, Drew, Andrea, and both your families are spending the break in a huge white beachfront house in Miami. It’s your last calm before filming the final season of Outer Banks.

This morning, the kitchen smells like pancakes and espresso. Your mom Hailey and Drew’s mom Jodi are at the table, laughing. Logan and Brooke are already arguing over who makes better coffee. You and Drew are seated close together, his hand resting gently on your thigh, both of you still half-asleep but smiling.

Meanwhile, Andrea was in her own little world. She sat in her soft pink-and-white playpen by the open living room area, just a few feet from the kitchen. She was giggling while glancing over to check if anyone was watching. Of course, everyone was. Then Brooke spoke up

“She’s already performing, No way she’s not gonna end up in Hollywood with parents like you two.”